Pandora's Box (52 page)

“Maria stays with you too then. Gabriela is no trouble at all. She’ll just play with Ariadne the whole day and Alice loves her.”

I know but I can’t impose. Gabriela is my— our daughter.
Sophia rolled her eyes heavenward. “Your are an impossible, stu—”

“Stubborn husband,” he finished for her.
You are even more stubborn, Wife.
“Aye, I am. And that’s
sine qua non
.”

“All right, then. Why don’t you help me downstairs to the TV room? I’ll be enjoying a good book and polishing my essay until you come back.”

He hesitated.

Sophia used the moment to convince him. “Text me every hour. I’ll answer if I’m not taking a nap. Just don’t call me after my lunch time. You know how sleepy I get.”

He smiled, endeared. They had been snuggling together after lunch during the weekends as Sophia slept soundly for a couple of hours. “Deliciously sleepy.”

“We can take a rain check on snuggling tonight.” She smiled at him, feeling better, and slowly pushed herself up to lean on the headboard. “I’ll let you pamper me as much as you wish.”

“All right.” He sighed, convinced by the pink color returning to her cheeks. Picking up the phone on her bedside table, he called Tavish, saying he would be at the gallery in five minutes before the ten o’clock meeting.

The Blue Dot, In the exposition floor.

12 p.m.

Alistair excused himself for a moment and went to the office to text Sophia.

Alistair. 12.04 p.m. - How are you feeling?

Beauty. 12.04 p.m. - Very well. ☺In the middle of my book. Lunch in 1 hour and a good nap. After, my thesis.

Alistair. 12.05 p.m. - Great, mo chridhe. Say hello to our little warrior.

Her next text took a while to appear on his screen. He would have loved to be there to see her reaction.

Beauty. 12.07 p.m. - I will. I love you.

Alistair grinned. There were the three words that he would never tire of hearing.

Alistair. 12.08 p.m. - I love you more. ☺

Beauty. 12.08 p.m. - Let’s agree to disagree. I’m pregnant and cannot be gainsaid.
M N

Alistair. 12.09 p.m. - As you wish, milady. Call you later. ☺

Placing his iPhone in his pocket, he returned to the meeting with a lighter step.

Atwood House, In the downstairs TV Room.

2 p.m.

A low buzz woke Sophia up from a nice dream. She stretched lazily.

It was her iPhone vibrating. Her hand searched for it. Alistair had sent a message a minute ago. She replied with a tender curl on her lips.

Sophia. 2.01 - I was dreaming. With big and little Highland warriors, a blonde fairy and a raven-haired witch. How about that?

His answer came after a few minutes.

Handsome. 2.04 p.m. - Perfect. Feel good?

Sophia. 2.04 p.m. - Feel marvelous. Don’t worry anymore. See U later. ☺

Handsome. 2.05 p.m. - I love you.

I love you too. I love you more.
Her smile grew while she put the phone back on the table, but it fell on the floor.

When she reached down to pick it up, it slid further away, under the sofa.

A mild dizziness hit her when she straightened, making her see black dots in front of her eyes. “Dammit. Dammit!”

She breathed deeply.

A hand covered her nose and mouth with a pleasant-smelling cloth, as another closed around her throat, applying pressure on her carotid artery.

She gasped, and struggled, instantly stopping breathing. Her arms and legs flayed as she tried to free herself and fear blanketed her mind.

The hand pressed harder on her face and the fingers dug into her neck.

“Bitch,” a female voice said.

Eventually, she breathed in and lethargy, followed by numbness, led to a floating darkness.

It all happened in less than a minute.

Chapter 31

7.30 p.m.

“Mama! Mama!!” screamed Gabriela, entering the downstairs TV room. “Oh. She’s not here.” She spun on her heels and climbed up the stairs, calling out, with a smiling Alistair following her, carrying loads of bags.

But Sophia was nowhere to be found. Neither was Maria. Nor Devon.

Alistair frowned and called her cell phone. After a few rings, it went to voicemail.

He picked up the intercom and talked to outside security. Devon and Maria had driven Sophia out in the Jaguar, precisely at two-thirty-four.

He called Alice, who hadn’t heard from Sophia since after lunch time, when she had talked with Gabriela before taking her nap.

He called John. It went straight to voicemail. He left a message.

He checked his phone again for any missed messages or emails but there were none. Neither were there any messages in her beautiful handwriting anywhere in the house. Painstakingly, Alistair tried calling Sophia a few more times but there was no answer.

“Where is Mama, Daddy?”

I don’t know.
“I guess she had the same idea and went shopping. Gabriela, dearling, why don’t we put everything in the baby’s room to surprise your mother tomorrow morning?” But a nagging suspicion inserted itself on Alistair’s mind. It was not typical of Sophia to go out without leaving him no messages. “Let’s grab something to eat. After I’ll tuck you in bed and tell you a story. How about that?”

“Yes! Can I have pizza for dinner?” She jumped excitedly, her pigtails bouncing around her face. She loved when Alistair put her to sleep. She requested, “I want a story with a Prince Charming and a beautiful Princess.”

“Aye, everything you want, Fairy. Anything,” he smiled at the little girl and shrugged away the bad feeling.
There is nothing wrong, Alistair Connor. You’re turning to be as paranoid as Sophia.

9 p.m.

John returned Alistair’s many calls and informed that Sophia had not contacted him, which had calmed Alistair for a few minutes, especially when he tracked her iPhone and discovered she had forgotten it at home.

However, when neither Devon nor Maria answered their mobiles, he started feeling unnerved again.

His bad feeling had grown as time passed by and Sophia didn’t come back. He had called Edward but he hadn’t heard from Sophia either. It was as if she had disappeared out of thin air.

Fuck. There’s something very wrong.
There was a piercing throb in Alistair’s head as he roamed the house searching again for a handwriting message from Sophia or something that soothed his concern. But everything was in its perfect place as she liked.

He opened the door to Gabriela’s room and leaned on the threshold, looking at their daughter, as if her serene, sleeping face could give him an answer, but it made him decide he had waited enough.

He called the outside security and asked it to locate the Jaguar GPS again and now to trace Maria’s and Devon’s cell phones.

He paced the upstairs TV room as he waited for them to call back, running his hands in his hair nervously, holding inside the need to shout at himself. He knew he should have stayed. He knew something was very wrong.
What is all my money worth if it keeps demanding more and more of me?

He picked the intercom at its first beep. “Tell me.”

“Mr. MacCraig, Maria’s and Devon’s mobiles have not answered or been located yet.” Alistair could feel the hesitation in the security guard’s voice. “Mrs. MacCraig’s Jaguar is still in Central London and has not moved since the last time we verified half an hour ago. Maybe they are parked or in a traffic jam…” There was a brief pause before the man asked, “How do you want us to proceed, Mr. MacCraig?”

What the fuck she is doing in Central London?
A silence ensued on the line as a black rage at himself swirled and encompassed Alistair.
I’m an idiot; she needed me to stay. Maybe she felt unwell somewhere and someone drove her to a hospital.
“Keep an eye on the car and double the efforts on locating the mobiles, please.”

He hung up and called Tavish, immediately saying when his brother answered, “Tavish Uilleam, I need your help. Meet me at Galewick House. It’s an emergency.”

Kensington. Galewick House.

10 p.m.

Leonard almost sighed relieved when Alistair sat down, stopping his frantic coming and going up and down the living room.

He had driven a sleeping Gabriela to Alice and Leonard’s house, tucking her in Ariadne’s spare bed for friends.

Briefly, he explained them what was happening. While they waited for Tavish, they started a frenetic search for Sophia, calling all the hospitals near where the car was parked but none of them had an outpatient or an inpatient that met Sophia’s description.

“I can’t stand it, Leo. I have to do something. Anything.” Alistair got up again and resumed his pacing, shoving a nervous hand through his hair.

“There is no need to worry, you know how women are when they go shopping.” Leonard had been trying to calm him down, however he wasn’t feeling any calmer himself. It was not typical of Sophia to disappear like this.

Alistair sat again and messaged Atwood House security center, asking for news on the Jaguar and the mobiles’ signals. He picked up his full glass of whisky, brought it up to his lips, but put it down with a bang. “I need a clear head.”

After a few minutes, Alistair’s mobile chirped with a message.

“No signal from Maria’s or Devon’s mobiles and the Jaguar is still in the same place.” He frowned at the screen, gazing at it, but not seeing anything for more than five minutes. He jumped up and moved to the door. “I’m going to meet her.”

“Where?! You don’t know where she is! Tavish is arriving at any moment. You called him and you’re waiting for him here.” Leonard raised and blocked Alistair’s exit from his house, looking at him sternly. “Alistair, it can’t be nothing but I agree it’s strange, therefore you are not going alone. Also, I’m not leaving Alice with the kids alone.”

Central London.

11.30 p.m.

Alistair and Tavish located the Jaguar GPS’s signal in an underground parking lot, but failed to find the car.

Alistair called Edward for the third time and let him know he was reporting Sophia’s disappearance to the police and that he was calling everyone of importance he knew in UK who could help locate her.

It was then that the chaos really began.

Atwood House.

Sunday, March 27
^th
, 2011.

1 a.m.

The Missing Persons Bureau and Scotland Yard were immediately ordered by their superiors to assemble a team to investigate the case.

Specialists in disappearances, abductions and kidnappings, they put together three teams, which were accompanied by victim recovery dogs: one was dispatched to Leibowitz Oil Building with Edward; another with Tavish to check on the Jaguar; the main team of investigators, with Alistair, arrived at Atwood House to collect evidence and interview the employees.

“What about security?” inquired Detective Superintendent Isabel Martins.

From Scotland Yard, Isabel was a plain woman, no one would notice in a crowd, however she ruled her enormous team with firm control and they kept her informed of every new development.

“We have a high-specification intruder alarm system, including both perimeter detection and internal space detection, but no cameras inside the house. We do have external CCTV cameras and heat detectors, and everything’s recorded on a digital recording system.”

“We need access to the recording system, Mr. MacCraig.”

“You can ask Mr. Kang-Dae anything you need to know. He is the LO IT vice-president and installed our security system,” said Alistair.

Edward had sent Liang to their home to help the police check their computers.

A young Interpol hacker, with rectangular glasses and a black Batman T-shirt, who introduced himself as Silver Sea, started firing questions at Liang about the house computer systems and they moved to Sophia’s office, in deep and quick confabulation about security programs.

Isabel’s cell phone rang and she answered it with clipped questions, before sitting beside Alistair. “Mr. MacCraig, we have the GPS.”

Uh?
“The GPS?” he asked befuddled.

“Yes. Mrs. MacCraig’s car is not in Central London. We found the Jaguar’s GPS device inside an old mini Cooper parked in that underground garage. It was not locked and along with the device, there was a digitized note, which said
‘Don’t contact the police.’
Now, Mr. MacCraig, in my opinion, they will make contact. That’s when we nail them. While we wait—”

Wait?! Fuck no!
“Wait? Detective Martins—”

“Detective?” A knock on the door frame interrupted them.

Another officer appeared, with many printed sheets and Sophia’s iPhone in her gloved hands. Confirming with Alistair it was really Sophia’s cell phone, she asked for the passcode, typing it in.

“Detective, her last text message to Mr. MacCraig was at two-oh-four. He answered her less than a minute after. We found her cell phone under the sofa in the TV room. It’s the only thing in this huge house that seems out of place, but it is not.”

“What does that mean? I’ve told you Sophia is very organized and everything has its own place, I’ve checked and rechecked myself.” Alistair almost shook the information out of the woman, but he knew from his own experience that patience was a virtue that helped in discovering breaches.

The woman paused in thought before handing a sheet to Isabel and another to him. On them was a printed photo of a van from the front and the back. “Mr. MacCraig, whoever entered your house, rearranged the room, picked up her bag and tablet, but didn’t notice her mobile under the sofa. There is more. The footage shows this laundry van arriving three minutes
before
the last text message. It left at two-oh-nine. Outside security said it wasn’t the usual young driver, so he requested and scanned his ID - we are already checking it - and also asked what he was delivering. The driver said it was Mrs. MacCraig’s urgent request. A dress she wanted to wear tonight. The dress is pressed and hanging in her dressing room. It may lead nowhere—”